Waterbury evening Democrat., 1887-12-14
By WILLIAM PITTENGER,
 MEMBER OF THE EXPEDITION.

By WILLIAM PITTENGER,
 A MEMBER THE EXPEDITION.
 Copyrighted, 1887, by War Publishing Co.,, N. Y.,
 and published by arrangement with them.]
 The erection of the scaffold began at Chattanooga, but on the next day the movements of the Federals had become so threatening as to produce quite panic at Knoxville, suspending the court martial there, and leading to the removal of everything which could be spared further south. On the 9th of June, the day be- fore that fixed for the execution, Gen. B. Kirby Smith wrote no less than thirteen dispatches from Knoxville. in different directions, the general purport of which was that the enemy was advancing with overwhelming forces, and that Chatta- nooga would fall and East Tennessee have to be abandoned, and giving directions for lines of retreat and for removing the stores. Of course, to arrange for an eXe- cution on the 7th, in the face of an ad- vancinG enemy, might have led to a very sudden pardon; and, accordingly, Andrews and his companions were ordered to At lanta once more on the early morning train. There was again the excited crowds, an invariable accompaniment of our frequent tranSitS over this road; but, in addition, the fact that Andrews was to die was published, and he was taunted frequently with references to his approach ing doom. These he bore with his usual calm, sad patience.
 An instance in connection with these prosecutions is especially pathetic. A MT. Whitcman came on the cars, and, advanc- in, to where Andrews was, accOsted him. T:;"r.>tt, who gives the account, was si, Hs on the seat behind, and could not hci hearing all the conversation.
 f''.. merchant said, ''What can you do, Mir. Andrews, about that $1O, ,O00 let you ilnvc for the purchase of quinine and other things?"
 Andrews replied, ''Mr. Whiteman, this i3 no time to talk about money. If you lial done as 1 wished you to do in Chat. t;nno :a, you would have had all that bar',. ;::l:l twice as much more.' Parrott II i ':stocI Andrews to refer to some pro- r3 .l:,n that Andrews had made to MT. N'.ligcnau on his trial, and the failure to ucc.:'t which was the greatest disappoint- mcnt that Andrews had then experienced.)
 Nh:toman continued, ''Is that all you have to say, MT. Andrews?''
 ''4-n, sir, that is all," responded the G.onH;l man. With a gesture of deep d:. :o;,:;;ntmcnt, Whiteman turned on his hcc! and walked rapidly away.
 The death procession reached Atlanta q little after noon, and the prisoners were conducted by their guard to room used as barracks, two squares from the depot. Here they were kept under close guard awaiting the completion of the arrange mcnts for the military murder. The foot chains had not been removed from An drcws, and as he walked up into his room with the short, halting step that they re- quired, the clanking was horrible. Not very much was said in these few sad moments. Andrews did speak in his quiet way of the better life, and his wish to meet all his comrades in heaven. His words could not fail of making deep impression, though hope of vengeance for the coming deed would have been sweeter to the poor boys than almost any kind of a prospect beyond the grove. But soon a body of strange soldiers came up to the building. Their commander entered and asked Andrews in a very respectful tone if he was ready now. The latter answered in the affirmative, and then bade ''Good- by'' to the comrades who had passed through so many dangers with him.
 The procession moved out Peachtree street, the most fashionable and beautiful street of Atlanta, and continued for about two miles from the depot. On the way, the provost marshal asked Rev. w. J. Scott, a Methodist clergyman, to accom- pany them and act as chaplain. He almost refused, but Andrews spoke in his winning, courteous manner, saying, "l would be glad to have you go, sir" Such an appeal Scott could not resist, and at tended him to the last, writing many years after his recollection of the affair. A great crowd, in addition to the strong guard, went along, but there appears to have been no unseemly tauntS or disorder. To MT. Scott Andrews gave substantially the same account of the enterprise that has already been given, colored little by the fact that he did not wish even in | death to say one word that might in any way injure those comrades who had been | so true to him.
 No element of pathos in the terrible scene was lacking. A few scores of yards from the road, in a little valley, a scaf- fold was erected. There were thin woods around, and night was coming on. A I rope circle fenced off the spectators to q respectful distance. MT. Scott spoke the words that he judged fitting; Rev. MT l Conyers led in prayer; Rev. MT. Conno1 1 administered some religious counsel tc the patient prisoner, who probably thought that all the sins of which he re- pented were less than the sin of rebellion of which they were guilty. No coffin was provided, but a few hundred feet away the grave was already open. The sigma
 was given, and the not uncommon bung
 ling of an execution added new horrors | The cotton rope stretched so that tht
 shackled feet reached the ground. ''Fron
 motives of humanity the ground wa:
 shoveled away, and the soul liberated.
 The pathos of this death is indescrib
 able. The drop falls and the mere physi
 cal agony is soon over. The body, weak
 ened by the last terrible struggle for lift
 made not so much for self as for th,
 loving heart in far away Flemingsburg-
 cannot long resist. Then the corpse
 taken down; the horror bound spectator
 still finger. The poor remains of ma
 of superb beauty and princely endowment
 are carried to the shallow grave on littl
 hill crest, and there, near large stone
 (which may mark the grave, if any frien ever wants to know where it is." as